The Motto Was Just a Lie//BJA

Friends

Billie Joe is actually tolerable, which isn't too surprising, but I guess I imagined him as being an obnoxiously loud person.... Okay, yes, he can be just a little bit too loud, but most of the time, he's pretty laid back. He throws his head back as we laugh about things Tré has done on one the 99 Revolutions Tour. Damn, he's cute when he does that...No! No, you can't think stuff like this about your boss. It's morally wrong...even if he is really cute. Oh my god, stop it, Cara! I shake the thought away.

"Hey? Is something wrong?" he asks as he turns his full attention to me, lightly placing a hand on my lower thigh. I shake my head and stand up, "I'm gonna get something to drink. Do you want anything?"

"Nah, I'm alright. I've gotta go record some more music with the guys, so I should probably get going," he replies. For some reason, I get upset that he's leaving, but I have to do my work anyways. "Okay. Have fun recording," I hide my sadness(that I have for some strange reason). "Yep. I get to sit in a room, after a breakup, with Mike and Tré for three hours, and hear them make jokes about my breakup," he laughs. Stop being cute, Billie I think to myself. "If I were you, I wouldn't worry too much about Adrienne. It'll work itself out if you two were meant to be together...sorry that was kinda cliché," I comfort him.

"Yeah," he sighs, running a hand through his hair before leaving my office. I sigh to myself, but leave my office to get a drink from the lounge in the studio. Everyone inside the lounge becomes quiet when I enter, and they all stare at me as if I don't belong, which I probably don't. I open the door to the mini fridge and grab a can of cola. Afterwards, as I leave, I bump into Mike. Luckily, my drink isn't open so it doesn't spill, but his coffee falls to the ground. "I am so sorry!" I apologize quickly. "No, it's fine. Don't worry about it! I can always get another. Are you okay?" he asks. I nod, and we walk down the corridor, not really paying attention to where we're going. "So, are you and Billie a thing now?" Mike abruptly asks. "Oh, no, we're just friends," I answer. But I wish we were more...

"Not to sound too straight forward, but that means I can ask you out then," he smiles. Say what? "I mean, I don't know..." I trail off. "You don't have to say yes, I just think you're really pretty, and you have such a strong personality. I understand if you want to say no, but think about it?" he suggests as he shrugs. "O-okay," I stammer. He walks back into the recording area and I quickly make my way to Jill's office. She looks shocked to see me. "Whoa, are you alright? You look like you just killed someone," she laughs but becomes more serious, "You didn't, right?" I shake my head and lean next to her on the edge of her desk. "Mike asked me something and since I'm socially inept, I have no clue what to say or do," I explain briefly. "W-what exactly did he ask?" Jill questions me.

"If I wanted to go on a date with him because..." I trail off.

"'Because' why?"

"Because, uh, me and Billie aren't dating, so he saw it as an opportunity to ask me out."

"H-he did what now?"

"Listen, I really like him as an artist and a friend, but I really don't want to go on a date with him.... What do I do?"

"Tell him you're gay."

"Jill! No! I will not lie to my boss—Holy sh*t he's my boss! Jill, what do I do?!"

"Okay, first of all, chill. Yes, he's your boss...and that means that it's totally unprofessional to be dating him. Yeah! Say that it's unprofessional and as much as you'd like to, you don't want to mix work with your personal life."

"That's brilliant! What would I do without you, Jill?"

"Probably cry yourself to sleep every night."

"I already do," I laugh. I leave her room and walk back to my office. Usually, I would play games on my phone until I am needed elsewhere, but then I remember: I don't even have my phone. I sigh loudly and go online, tumblr to be exact, and scroll through my feed. Nothing seems to make me laugh, and I feel something in the pit of my stomach. No, not now. Please, please, please not now I tell myself. It gets worse as time goes by. Sickening thoughts - suicidal ones - fill my mind and that's when I begin to shut down my laptop. I have to leave. I stand up and swiftly walk to my car as fast as possible, tears running down my cheeks.

One problem: I left my keys in my office. I lean on the hood of my car and begin to cry, sobbing lightly and quietly. A loud sound echoes through the garage and I begin to feel nervous. Someone is walking towards me, and it's somewhat quiet. I look around and see Billie approaching me with a sense of concern. "Hey," he says softly, leaning on my car next to me. I turn my face away from him, and manage to say a quiet, "Hi." He grabs my hand and places my iPhone into my palm. I smile and look at him with thanks. "Where'd you find it?" I ask him. "It fell out of your pocket before you left last night...I hope you aren't mad at me, but I looked at a text someone named Ben sent you. Not the whole thing, but some of it, and I–never mind. It's none of my business," he explains, almost hurt by what he has said.

I look down at my phone and read it. Ben texted me, basically saying that if I'm not home in the next couple of days, he'll come find me himself. "Don't worry about it. I can handle him myself..." I trail off. I stand up and add, "Thank you for worrying, but honestly, I'm okay." He nods. "Do you want to take our lunch breaks together? I can pay for both of us," he offers. "I'll go with you, but don't think that I'm going to let you pay for me," I agree, wiping away some of the tears. "You're gonna have to fight me if you think that for a second I'm not going to pay for you," he states firmly. "We'll see about that," I retort, somehow forgetting that I'm sad. He rolls his eyes and guides me to his car. "Is that a 1972 BMW?!" I ask excitedly. "Yeah..." he responds in disbelief. "What? A girl can't know cars?" I test him. "I've just never seen a girl know cars that well.... Not that I'm sexist! It's just that, most girls wouldn't know that kind of stuff. It's kind of hot," he flirts.

Oh my god. How the hell is he so hot?
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A/N: Heyyy beautiful people!!! How r all of u doing? I hope that everything is well for u.

Anyways, please comment and vote if u enjoyed this chapter! Ilyasm! XOXO

P. S. Really quickly, I just wanted to say that I'm so sorry for what has occurred in Orlando this past weekend. All of my love is going out to the survivors and the families that have lost someone. Everyone who has lost their life shall rest in peace.